Billy finally hoped off his bike as he began to walk up to the house. Harper, his dog, settling down by his old bike. it had been a bad day. the people down the street had ruined his day by making him sort through his many, many rolled up newspapers for a so called 'decent-looking' one. they all looked the same, he folded them all the same!

he wasted like 15 minutes doing that, and then he nearly wrecked his bike when some stupid black van swerved weirdly along the road on his way here. "idiots." he grumbled grumply, pausing when he heard a confused noise, before he finally looked up. there, stood a resident of the household he was currently in front of.

he blinked once or twice before his frown set back in. "no, sorry, not you." he muttered. they were in their front yard, pulling weeds from their guardian's garden. "here's your newspapers, i guess." he grumbled, outstretching his hand. his eyes darted to look them up and down, they must be new as he's never seen them around. he pursed his lips, glancing off to make sure Harper was still there.

he outstretched his hand, huffing lowly like a grumpy child. "here."